Your room smells like blood
Salty and metallic
I can never see it
No matter how many times
I ask.
I know I’m being pushy,
But what do you expect?
Your scars are the only thing
That keeps me here.
I want to kill me and you.
The witnesses, too.
End both our pain
With a final trigger.
Lock the door.
Shut the blinds.
Ease our minds.
I get the gear
And walk in.
You’re doing my job for me.
No.
What have I done?
I made you this way
Ironic, a pun.
Shoot the gun
With a gun.
The warm embrace
A sunny place
Just another reason
To finish the job.